FUCK IT. Dialogue Starter Call But It's Just Rosa Diaz And Captain Holt Quotes.

please just let me help you. @pittmade

the  adrenaline  still  pulses  like  mortar  fire  in  her  ears,  the  sheets  had  tangled  tight  around  her  waist,  unravled  in  the  abruptness  when  she  lept  from  bed.  her  breath  comes  in  short,  calculated  bursts,  the  kind  meant  to  hide  the  panic,  not  soothe  it.  A  SURVIVAL  RHYTHMN,  a  trick  she  learned  in  tents  and  triage  units  under  foreign  skies.  eversteady  hands  tremble  and  fumble  with  the  script.  that  emergency  bottle  to  sit  beneath  her  tongue  and  chase  away  reflections  of  war.  she  hasn’t  cried,  she  doesn’t,  not  even  now,  but  her  body  feels  like  it  wants  to.  not  out  of  fear.  not  anymore.  but  exhaustion,  a  deep  marrow-tiredness  that  never  fades,  just  gets  buried  under  scrubs  and  charts  and  too  much  coffee.

please  just  let  me  help  you.

it’s  the  way  he  says  it,  like  a  quiet  promise  in  the  dark,  like  he’s  offering  her  a  place  to  land  instead  of  a  spotlight  to  stand  under.  guilt  tears  through  sinew  and  soul.  no  one  had  ever  seen  her  like  this;  the  burden  she'd  refused  to  unleash  upon  the  unknowing,  the  unwilling.  she  slept  so  well  beside  him,  no  issues  arising  until  the  inevitable  push  against  her  ribs  to  recall.  her  eyes  meet  his,  not  fully,  not  yet,  but  just  the  edge  of  him  in  the  ambient  light  of  her  bathroom.  honey  eyes  far  away,  attempting  to  find  her  HOME  again.  the  bottle  nearly  crushed  in  her  hand  as  she  followed  the  sound  of  his  voice.  she  caught  the  warmth  of  his  scent  and  reached  for  him.  something  in  the  most  broken  parts  of  her  being following  his  imprint  of  energy  like  a  ship  to  harbour  in  a  winter  storm.  ❛  jack.  ❜  a  voice  so  raw,  so  haunted,  crawling  back  to  life.  gloria  is  pressed  to  him,  instinct  of  spirit  sought  and  driving  action.  ❛  i'm  sorry,  i'm  sorry.  ❜  muffled  against  his  chest,  but  she  breathes,  finally.

Said you need some extra magic today, you can boop the snoot under the cut!

Rico says stay hydrated, take breaks and get yourself a sweet treat

LOCATION  BASED  SMUT  PROMPTS

TRANSPORATION 

one muse gives the other oral while they drive. 

driver uses one hand to finger the other while on a long road trip.

muses join mile high club in an airplane restroom.

in an airplane one muse has to be quiet while the other muse plays with them in their seats.

muses tease each other in the back of a taxi cab on the way home. 

while driving home after a date,  they get too impatient and pull into a parking lot to have sex. 

while driving in the middle of a forest,  our muses pull onto the side of the road for sex. 

our muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break.  they have sex inside the car while waiting for it to clear. 

while at the drive in theater,  muses participate in foreplay. 

while at the drive in theater,  muses forego watching the movie to have sex. 

revenge sex in someone else’s car. 

sex in someone else’s car due to impatience and carelessness. 

a quickie while parallel parked on a busy road. 

in an empty train car while freighthopping. 

in a crowded bus,  one muse sitting in the others lap purposefully and subtly grinding to get them worked up. 

in a private jet,  on the way to a business trip. 

in a private jet,  on the way to a vacation spot. 

one muse masturbates while the other drives. 

driver instructs the passenger to touch themselves through guided masturbation. 

while one muse drives,  they describe what they want to do to the passenger who isn’t allowed to touch themselves. 

NATURE

sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic. 

one muse holding the other up against a tree. 

in a cabin in the middle of a rainstorm late at night. 

in a cabin in the middle of a heavy snowstorm during the day. 

in the bed of a truck in front of hiking trails. 

in the bed of a truck while stargazing. 

a plateau overlooking the ocean on a cloudy day. 

one muse has been napping in a hammock and the other wakes them by beginning to finger them. 

muses get distracted from sunbathing and start to fool around by a poolside or lake. 

inside a gazebo while it rains. 

a little ways off from a hiking trail,  hidden by thick foliage. 

mutual masturbation while camping in a tent. 

beneath the shade of trees in the middle of an orchard. 

between rows in a vineyard. 

hidden away in the dead end of a hedge maze. 

PUBLIC

in a bar or restaurant,  one muse sneaks under table to eat out the other. 

in a bar or restaurant,  muses discuss in detail what they’re going to do to each other once they get home. 

inside the stall of restroom in a bar. 

inside a single bathroom of a place of service (restaurant,  store,  club etc.)

in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city.

a quickie in a diner restroom before getting back on the road. 

up on a rooftop where no one is supposed to be. 

inside one muses’s office. 

inside a third party’s office they shouldn’t have access to. 

inside an empty church on a weekday. 

one muse fondling the other while they’re trying to shop. 

foreplay and teasing in the dressing room of a store. 

oral performed while hidden in a storage room or closet. 

inside an abandoned house. 

hushed sex while staying in the guest room of another’s home. 

in the middle of a park late at night. 

PRIVATE

on the floor,  in front of the fireplace to warm up after coming inside from winter storm. 

one muse on the bathroom counter while the other stands. 

in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves. 

to break in a new house or apartment,  boxes scattered about and furniture newly placed. 

bent over a table while something bakes in the oven. 

on the kitchen counter with half-eaten plates of breakfast forgotten. 

one muse spread out across the top of a grand piano,  pretty woman style. 

rushed and desperate,  messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom. 

one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background,  movie forgotten entirely. 

on the balcony in early morning,  where neighbors might see,  but no one will likely look. 

🌶️ SC // @weaponid ( frank )

no  words,  no  hesitation.  not  anymore,  not  when  they'd  spent  so  long  trying  to  rationalize  and  stay  away  or  convince  one  another:  never  again.  his  mouth  crashed  against  hers,  the  taste  of  smoke  and  sweat  and  adrenaline  still  roaring  hot  beneath  his  skin.  she  lets  him  take.  let  herself  take  what  wasn't  hers.  fingers  curled  around  the  chain  that  marked  them  both  as  numbers  and  cannon  fodder,  yanking  him  down  like  it  wasn’t  fast  enough,  never  fast  enough.  she  could  still  smell  the  blood  on  him,  on  both  of  them.  could  still  feel  the  ghost  of  the  fight  buzzing  under  her  skin  and  gnawing  at  her  nerves.  strung  so  tightly  she  might  shatter  if  she  didn’t  have  something  to  ground  her,  to  hurt  her,  to  remind  her  she  was  alive.

frank  didn't  ask  and  neither  did  she,  that  fucked  up  tether  keeping  them  soulbound  in  ruin  speaks  for  them.  gloria  shoved  him  backward  with  a  snarl  caught  in  her  throat,  pushing  until  the  back  of  his  knees  hit  the  bed.  it  wasn't  grace,  it  was  instinct  as  she  pried  his  belt  open  with  the  same  frantic  dexterity  it  took  to  pull  a  tourniquet  tight.  feral  tangle  of  limbs  and  need,  clawing  at  flak  and  cotton,  scraping  at  skin  and  trying  to  tear  him  apart  just  to  feel  something  through  the  noise.  just  to  have  him  destroy  her  in  return.  she  straddles  him,  fingers  digging  into  his  shoulders,  nails  biting  down  hard  enough  to  leave  moons  in  battered  flesh.  marks  that  will  wither  with  time,  but  for  now  she  wants  him  to  wear  her  like  the  agony  that  lives  between  her  ribs  when  he  isn't  inside  her.  ❛ i'm  sorry.  ❜  teeth  tugging  at  lips,  tongue  tangled  up  like  she's  prying  hell  through  the  gates  of  heaven.  ❛ sorry  i  can't  stop  needing  you.  ❜  

28.     five most recent sent text messages  @pittmade

Honestly, I can't even do five cause this is it.

gloria de lima edits. // mutuals may reblog representation of physical grief, exhaustion, vulnerability and the weight of what she carries. the side of her that few people have the privilege of seeing, the intimacy of these moments is built from trust and understanding or the shared experience. for someone to look at her and accept the worst and most difficult parts of her soul is to truly love her and see her.

okay this is a sc for a spicy one. this is a filthy sc.

GOOD MORNING !!! Going to tidy up and finish organizing my house then get on my blogs to get things going cause spice is coming a day late friends. ALSO , welcome the newest member of my blog roll and latest mistake @enduredshe

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